Twenty twenty foresight

And that is not an incomplete stutter about the 24-year old I was eying-up recently. Tomorrow night I have potentially six ladies coming over for an evening of drunkenness and probably a lot of bleeding hearts. And potentially one of them is moving in for 2 weeks cos she is splitting with her boyfriend. Why do they all split with their boyfriends, and why do I always feel I should offer them a place to stay? I am a disaster A DISASTER and impossible to live with. Ye Gods!

Anyone have any advice?